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Dude looks like a lady

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I’ve always thought I’d be pretty as a girl. You might say that’s because I sort of look like a girl or have girlish features. I don’t think that’s true, but I’d probably be a solid 6.5 or a 7 if I were female.

I mention this because I went to dinner with my wife and sister-in-law the other week, and I was mistaken for a girl. Specifically, I was one of the “ladies.”

We settled into our table at one of South Tucson’s best Mexican restaurants, eager to nosh on food so good it couldn’t possibly be American. Anyway, I wore a navy blue T-shirt that night. I had on jeans and tennis shoes. My hair was and is cut short, like many guys. I spoke in my normal, medium-manly voice. At no point did I ask someone for a tampon.

None of that screams “that’s a dude,” but neither did it suggest I was a girl. It was as “me” as I’ve ever been. If it were an audition for the role of Most Average American Male, I would’ve been cast.

Nonetheless, someone thought I had a vagina.

Our waitress came to our table and said, “Are you ladies ready to order?” I assumed she was doing the proper thing and asking the real women to order first. But, admittedly, I wondered to myself: Does she think I’m a girl?

Nah, no chance. I quickly dismissed it and ordered a bean and cheese burrito. Shortly thereafter, though, the waitress brought our bill, and this time she made her perception clear.

“Thanks for coming, ladies. Have a good night.”

I was initially embarrassed, mainly because my wife and her sister cackled like they had just heard the funniest joke ever told. How could I be mistaken for a girl? I instantly scrutinized every move I made during the meal. Nothing I did was outright feminine. If anything, I was gender neutral, so maybe our waitress thought it was 50-50 and she just flipped a coin. Heads a boy, tails a girl. And tails never fails.

Or maybe (being the obvious non-native English speaker she was) she thought to herself, “These Americans say ‘you guys’ to describe groups of girls, so it probably works for ‘ladies,’ too.”

But I know that’s not the case. Something about my appearance convinced her that I was capable of giving birth.

It’s interesting. I’ve looked that same way practically my entire life. If that appearance led someone to mistake me for a female, then maybe one stranger each day thinks the same thing. How many people walk past me and think, “That girl’s face is too shiny” … ?

I mean, what am I supposed to do? I can’t be expected to make my manhood known at every meal.

“Hi, I’ll have the cheese enchiladas and, by the way, I have a penis in my pants.”

I didn’t genuinely care then and I care even less now. She probably thought I was a nice lady who tips well. Besides, I’ve got a wife, and although I wouldn’t say I’ve mailed it in, I don’t really need to impress anyone for the rest of my life. I can just be Plain Ol’ Jane until the day I die, and I’m fine with that.

12 Comments Post a comment
  1. I always thought you would look cute as a monkey! 🙊🙉🙈

    October 26, 2012
    • Your anonymity perplexes me. But I’ll be a monkey for you.

      October 26, 2012
  2. Cheer up! My brother was once mistaken for Justin Bieber lol

    October 26, 2012
    • Ouch. Well, hey, there are about 500 million females on this planet who love that kid, and he’s also got some extra cash lying around. I suppose there are worse things.

      October 26, 2012
  3. Maybe you’ll have to wear a tie everywhere…rofl

    October 26, 2012
  4. Brett #

    Try growing a beard. If that works, then we’ll worry about your dick.

    October 26, 2012
  5. dylanshorey #

    At least the waitress didn’t say “Hey Ladies and 12 year old boy”, now that would be embarrasing. Also, you go to “one of South Tucson’s best mexican restaurants” and you order a bean and cheese burrito and mention a cheese enchilada? Come on, you’ve been in Tucson long enough to know that that’s unacceptable after the age of ten, go to Los Betos and get a bean and cheese, not a real restaurant where you get Langua or Birria or Tripe or even Carne Asada would be better! Really funny read tho, I like the idea of you always wondering if people think your a chick as your walk down the street, lol.

    January 17, 2014
    • You can never go wrong with the bean and cheese no matter where you are. And I always get either a bacon or sausage or steak breakfast burrito at Nico’s or Los Betos. I’m about to go get the carne asada at the east side El Guero right now.

      Your 12-year-old boy line slayed me. You punk THS kids always razzed me. First day as a teacher, some kid asked me if I was in his brother’s chemistry class. Oh, well…

      January 18, 2014
      • dylanshorey #

        I’ll give the consistency argument with the bean and cheese. You need to go to Taqueria Pico De Gallo on 6th ave and 36th, and get their fish tacos, best in town i promise.
        lolololol, I’ll always remember when that kid walked into the class, looked directly at you, and asked, “Where’s your teacher?” Bahahahahahhahahahah

        January 18, 2014
        • Ha! I apparently decided to wipe that from my memory. It never happened. You have no video evidence. Can’t prove it.

          I’ve been to Pico de Gallo, only once though, and it was outstanding. They didn’t have their full menu available, so I wasn’t able to get something that I wanted. But I need to go back. Thanks for the reminder.

          January 19, 2014

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